ShrewWhisperer
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Joined: 8/26/2004 Status: offline
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my first worst meeting started at a pagan gathering in SC, it was after things wound down the first night we were smoking around the fire just talking and playing, and they began teasing me about my choice of lives --which started with someone saying I should settle down and make little priests... there were a knot of little suburban girls all huddled up wide-eyed in a plop around the fire. I was told later they had breezed into the gathering claiming legacies all the way back to Athene and got stopped by the land's careLady, so they had learned to hush before the fire came around. One of these girls, 19 maybe, she had read enough to be dangreous as my grandad would say, got interested in the stories which started flying after my group decided it was time to prove all wolve's got smelly butts, my little gamma-butt included. Word reached me a couple of months later (a lifetime during summer) that this girl was looking to talk to me, I sent word back of my mail-forwarding service and we started exchanging letters. we agreed to meet at yule since I would be wandering back into her neck of the country. She had talked some about subbing...and giving over all of her power..yadda yadda yadda...whatever guardians I have, musta been on vacation or gotten bludgeoned to death by a 30 year old cock thinking about a 19 year old sub. So we meet for dinner in her home town, I had even shaved, had my hair pulled back, found a clean shirt,... The diaster started with her greeting me according to a ritual form straight out of a peter lorrie film, I don't embarrass easy but I did get qued in to ordering a whiskey right up front....dinner was a laundry list of things she wanted to do, but apparently had been unable to find a boy in town who'd keep his mouth shut about it afterward. Now ussually I don't first date-dom, a rule I have learned to actively live by, buuuut, (com'n you knew there would be a but) She came back to my room, went into the bathroom, came out nekkid and coked-up and apparently somewhere in her reading sub, got translated into agressive, she started demanding...I don't demand well of by nobody esp. a 19 year old kid, so I took her over my knee to do some of what her daddy shoulda done 12 years earlier. and hell broke loose. I've heard women scream, yell, cuss, the noise she made had cats bitching about the disturbance...it was half complaint, half pre-faked-orgasm, half banshee on a night on the town....I hadn't gotten her off my knee before the door knocks with the motel manager on the other side...and she yells RAPE RAPE RAPE...like I can rape somebody through bluejeans, she was blushign furious, and laughing like it was a game. I answer the door, show the man there was no rape going on...but the girl turns out to be the daughter of a lodge buddy to this guy. she starts laughing harder. he goes to get a calvary or three, I start to grab my stuff figgerin' her grandpa is goin' be the judge I'll be facing come morning. I get to my car then BAM BAM BAM...um "freeze" the deputy who turns out to be this girl's cousin on her mother's side, as she prances out wrapped in the bed-spread, is yelling at me to get on the ground. that is one of them terrible places, if you run you violate real laws, vrs. staying and facing the cast of Deliverence who are somehow or the other related to this girl. I only spent 2 hours in lockup with a guy named Walter who had been shoplifting but was doing the tough-grunt routine, I just kept thinking the night was going to end with me getting punked out by a guy named walter. In the end the sherriff did tell me the girl had owned up to no rape had occurred but failed to report the months worth of letters, I had mine with me, in my shot up car, after showing the letters they let me out and the Ol' boy bought me breakfast, he was apparently a lodge member too but had lost the chief-moose or whatever they call the leader of the herd to her daddy and liked the stories. Though I noticed I was left to do my own patchwork on my car
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